User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-2246928-20140802144237

As the dagger sinks into the weasel's fleshy back, he jerks back his head, shrieking in pain even as his huge paws seize Raggs' throat, squeezing the air from his much smaller opponent with a gurgly chuckle of satisfaction that slips from in-between his cries. "Y...You'll...d..."